Fishin' Footwear

The boys took off this morning to fish the Sandy River. Upon returning home, both boys were soaked from the waist down - when I asked why, they both responded - "because you had to cross the river to get to the good fish".

Well, sure! Why hadn't I thought of that. The fishing was impressive (or so I was told). Colby hooked on with a 5lb bass, the fight was fierce and in the end, the bass leapt from the water in a futile attempt for freedom. It was successful, breaking the dragonfly lure in half, leaving Colby and BJ shaking their heads on the banks of the river.

So... their clothes and shoes soaked through, their lure is busted, the big one got away, the bond between father & son... strengthened.

What a fish tale!